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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.