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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Josef K,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.