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 Mali and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.