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 Burundi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.