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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Nas 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.