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 Indonesia and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Slave to the dance 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.