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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.