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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Franke,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.