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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.