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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Scion,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Pagans,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.