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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Symarip to the rock 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.