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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.