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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tears for Fears to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.