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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.