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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.