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 Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.