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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Deakin,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.