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 Turkey and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.