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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
The Happenings,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.