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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.