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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound to the rap 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.