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 Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 48th St. Collective 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.