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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.