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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.