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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Arcadia to the punk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
ABC,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.