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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.