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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.