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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
June Days,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.