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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance 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?
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.