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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Harmonia to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.