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 Malta and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 AZ to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.