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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Quando Quango to the crunk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.