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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Hood to the rap 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.