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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.