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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.