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 Australia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
X-101,
John Cale,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.