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 Luxembourg 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Television,
The Monks,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.