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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.