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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Archie Shepp 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.