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 Poland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the crunk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.