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 Belize and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Black Pus to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.