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 Estonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.