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 Libya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.