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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 organ 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 The Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.