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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.