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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.