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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Smoke 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.