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 Bahrain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.