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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Urselle 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.