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 Benin and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Crime to the techno 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.