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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Q65,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.