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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.