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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Scion,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.