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 Slovenia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.