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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.