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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.