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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.