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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Fat Boys 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.