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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.