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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.