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 St Lucia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Ronan,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.