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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.