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 Angola and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.