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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.