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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lindisfarne to the techno 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.