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 Indonesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.