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 Bhutan and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.