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 France and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Lungfish 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange 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?
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.