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 Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.