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 Burkina and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 The Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.