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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Japan,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.