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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Index,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.