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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Scientists,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Organ,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.