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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Franke,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.