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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Index,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.