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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Section 25,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.