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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Names,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.