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 Antigua 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 linndrum 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.