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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.