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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.