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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.