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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.