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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.