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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.