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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the electroclash 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.