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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.