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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Crime,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Japan,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.