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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
June Days,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.