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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Lakeside to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.