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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.