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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 The Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.