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 Somalia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.