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 Suriname and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.