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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Technova,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.