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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.