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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.