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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.