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 Austria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Nas,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.