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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.