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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Japan,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.