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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Television,
Moebius,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.