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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.