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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Music Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.