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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
The Index,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Wire,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.