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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.