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 Nepal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.