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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.