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 Latvia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.