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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Association to the grime 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Deakin,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Pagans,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.