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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the grime 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Television,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.