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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fortunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.