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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.