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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.