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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.