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-Bissau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tom Boy to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.