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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.