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 Brunei and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.