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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.