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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.