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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
The Move,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.