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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.