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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.