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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.