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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.