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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.