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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.