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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.