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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.