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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the punk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.