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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the rap 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.