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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Jeff Mills to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.