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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.