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 Russia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Oneida to the jazz 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.