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 Congo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
10cc,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.