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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Knickerbockers to the disco 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.