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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.