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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.