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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Darondo to the rock 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.