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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.