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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 48th St. Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
the Slits,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.