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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.