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 Kosovo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
X-102,
Visage,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.