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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Marine Girls 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.