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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
AZ,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.