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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Aswad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
AZ,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.