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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Malaria! to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.