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 Mauritius 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Mars,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.