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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
MDC,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.