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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.