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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.