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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
AZ,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.