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 Macedonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suicide to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.