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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.