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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero 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.