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 Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.