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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wire to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.