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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.