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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.