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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Cluster to the jazz 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.