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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 The Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.