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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.