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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.