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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Slave,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.