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 Liberia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.