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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Can,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.