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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 The Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
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.