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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Sandy B to the grime 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.