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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 guitar 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 The Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.