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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.