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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the funk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.