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 Eritrea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Q65 to the grime 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.