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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.