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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.