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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.