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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 The Saints to the funk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.