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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.