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 Mozambique and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.