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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.