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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.