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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Black Pus to the rock 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.