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 Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saints to the crunk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.