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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Davy DMX to the punk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs 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 disco 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 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 Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.