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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.