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 Moldova and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.