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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.