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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Television,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.