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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Human League 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Pagans,
Josef K,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
The Index,
MC5,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.