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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 New Age Steppers to the dance 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Magma,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.