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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Krayola to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.