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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the jazz 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.