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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.