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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.