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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the grunge 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.