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 Turkey and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Nico,
The Toasters,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.