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 Botswana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
The Fall,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.