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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Joe Smooth 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.