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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.