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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Byron Stingily to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.