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 Congo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.