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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.