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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.