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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.