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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.