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 Chad and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.