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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.