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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Standells to the jazz 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.