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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Litter to the techno 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Monks,
June Days,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.