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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.