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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.