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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the rock 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.