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 Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.