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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
The Victims,
The Move,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
a-ha,
Index,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Television,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.