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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.