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 Jamaica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.