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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
The Index,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.