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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 The Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.