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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Q65 to the rock 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.