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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.