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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Massinfluence to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.