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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.