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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.