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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.