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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.