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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.