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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.