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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.