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 Colombia and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the grunge 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.