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 Seoul.
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 Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 The Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.