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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke 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?
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
the Germs,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.