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 Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
The Names,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.