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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the grime 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.