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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.