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 Peru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Radio Birdman to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.