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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Faust,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.