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 Japan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Cameo to the techno 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 Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Brick,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.