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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Supertramp to the grunge 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.