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 Lesotho and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Gong,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.