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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Technova to the punk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.