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 Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.