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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.