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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.