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 Portugal and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 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 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 Trumans Water to the punk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.