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 Canada and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grime 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.