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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.