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 Korea South and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.