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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.