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 Laos and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the techno 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.