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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.