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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 harpsichord 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.