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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Franke to the funk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.