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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.