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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.