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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.