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 Uganda and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 the Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.