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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
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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.