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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
AZ,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Magazine,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.