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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Davy DMX to the rap 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.