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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 John Coltrane to the punk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.