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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 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 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 Sam Rivers to the rap 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.