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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 The Evens to the jazz 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.