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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.