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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.