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 Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.