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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 David Bowie to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.