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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.