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 Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Thompson Twins 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.