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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Index,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.