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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.