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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Marine Girls to the dance 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Gong,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
MDC,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.