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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Inner City,
The Motions,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.