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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound to the electroclash 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.