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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Wings,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.