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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q65,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.