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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.