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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Sam Rivers to the punk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.