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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mandrill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.