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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.