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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 oboe 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 Average White Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.