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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City 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?
Black Moon,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.