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 Belgium and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.