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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Alton Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.