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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti 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?
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Darondo,
Fear,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.