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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Skriet to the grime 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Japan,
Erasure,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.