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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 808 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.