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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Flipper,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.