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 Monaco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.