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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Real Kids to the dance 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.