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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.