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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.