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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Ludus,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.