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 Burundi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Scion,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.