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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 The Litter to the dance 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Index,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.