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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.