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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.