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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.