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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.