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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.