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 Iran and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
10cc,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.