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 Singapore 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.