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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
JFA,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.