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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.