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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 clarinet 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.