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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Gong,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.