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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Q65,
The Star Department,
The Index,
10cc,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.