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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.