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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dead C to the jazz 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.