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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.