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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the funk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.