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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
AZ,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.