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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.