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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Görl to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.