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 Mozambique 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.