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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.