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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.