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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Brick to the dance 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.