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 Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
The Index,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.