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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Ronan to the electroclash 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills 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?
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.