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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.