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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Move to the rap 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Franke,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.