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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.