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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Chrome to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.