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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Crash Course in Science 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.