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 Taiwan 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Rapeman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.