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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.