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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.