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 Belgium and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
the Swans,
PIL,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.