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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Rotary Connection to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.