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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Yusef Lateef 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.