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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Danielle Patucci 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.