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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wasted Youth to the rap 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Scion,
Echospace,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.