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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Can,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.