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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.