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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive 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?
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.