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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Newcleus 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.