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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Television,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.