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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Cluster,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.