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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.