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 Comoros 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Remains to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.