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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.