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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 güiro 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.