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 France and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.