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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.