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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Flipper,
the Association,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.