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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.