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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.