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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.