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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Organ to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Faust,
Monks,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.