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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Divine Comedy 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Television,
Basic Channel,
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.