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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Flipper to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.