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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.