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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.