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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Scion,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.