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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.