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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Wings,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.