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 Mali and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.