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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.