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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.