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 Maldives 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 sitar 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.