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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.