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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.