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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.