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 Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
MDC,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.