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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.