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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.