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 Albania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.