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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy 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?
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.