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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Derrick May to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.