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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.