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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.