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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 güiro 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Organ,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.