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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Names to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.