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 Croatia and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.