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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 808 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.