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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.