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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Japan,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.