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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.