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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Circle Jerks to the grime 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.