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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Skriet,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.