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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.