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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Japan,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.