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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 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 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.