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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.