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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.