Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
the Germs,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.