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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.