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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Camouflage to the rock 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Can,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.