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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the jazz 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.