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 Mauritius and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Black Pus to the rock 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.