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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.