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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.