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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.