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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.