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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Scientists to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.