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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.