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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.