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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Funkadelic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.