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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.