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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Nas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.