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 Germany and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 the Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Crime,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.