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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Television,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.