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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Moebius,
the Germs,
Visage,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.