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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Swans,
The Fall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.