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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.