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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.