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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Darondo to the crunk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.