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 Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.