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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.