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 Ecuador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.