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 Mozambique and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.