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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn 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?
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Index,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.