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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Slave to the grime 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.