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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.