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 Finland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 The Red Krayola to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.