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 Guatemala and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.