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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the grime 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
the Swans,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.