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 Hungary 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Last Poets to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.