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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Crime to the grunge 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.