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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.