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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
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.