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 Brunei and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.