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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.