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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.