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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Joy Division to the grime 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.