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 Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Nico,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Gong,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.