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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All JFA 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.