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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.