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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Fear,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.