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 Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the jazz 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear 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?
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.