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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Essential Logic to the rap 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.