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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
The Index,
June of 44,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.