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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Supertramp to the rap 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.