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 Morocco 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.