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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.