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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Grass Roots to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.