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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.