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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 The Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.