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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.