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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Ice-T to the rock 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.