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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
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 synthesizer 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 The Black Dice to the jazz 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.