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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.