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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Make Up 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.