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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 One Last Wish to the funk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.