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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.