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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead C to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.