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 Barbados and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 The Buckinghams to the grunge 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.