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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
ABC,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.