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 Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.