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 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.