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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Liliput,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.