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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.