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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
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.