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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Hot Snakes to the dance 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.