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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.