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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.