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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
John Holt,
Television,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.