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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Names to the funk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Index,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
PIL,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.