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 Belize and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eddi Front 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Wire,
Qualms,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
cv313,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
The Gories,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.