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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 The J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.