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 Botswana 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Index,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.