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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.