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 Chile and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The New Christs to the crunk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.