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 Moldova and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the jazz 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.