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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Trojans to the punk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Fear,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.