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 Monaco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Sugar Minott to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.