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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.