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 Burkina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
June of 44,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.