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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.