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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pulsallama to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.