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 Laos and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.