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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.