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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Eli Mardock to the dance 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
The Wake,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Index,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.