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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kas Product to the dance 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.