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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.