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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.