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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.