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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.