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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.