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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.