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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.