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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Slave,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.