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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.