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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.