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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.