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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.