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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.