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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.