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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.