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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.