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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.