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 Mauritania and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
the Association,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.