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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.