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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Golliwogs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.