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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.