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 Liberia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Fall to the techno 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.