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 Argentina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Television,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.