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 Spain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 X-102 to the rock 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.