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 Burkina 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Parry Music to the grime 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.