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 Estonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.