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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.