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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 The Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.