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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.