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 Venezuela and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.