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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Dice to the grime 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.