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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Visage,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
New Order,
Flipper,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
The Fall,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
The Index,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.