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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Camberwell Now to the punk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.