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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.