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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.