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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.