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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.