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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Television,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Swans,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
PIL,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.