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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Groovy Waters to the punk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.