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 Moldova 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.